Higher Education – part 2

Megan McKinnon hurried down a narrow hall, dodging a knot of people, who didn’t notice her. This was nothing new as she had always been the wallflower. Short, at only 5’2″, with long auburn hair that she used to hide her clear blue eyes behind, she was often over looked. She could feel butterflies in her stomach, but tried hard to ignore them, focusing instead on the job ahead. She was about to give a very unusual report to her college professor. Yesterday she had been offered a chance to assist Professor Ethan Daniels on his upcoming production of Romeo & Juliet… with a certain condition. Shy, overlooked, naive Megan would have to lose her virginity.

Megan was determined to be utterly professional as she discussed oral sex with her handsome and older teacher. She had dressed in her most grown up outfit, a slim grey pencil skirt, tight black top, and high black heels. Hair swept up into a bun, and her glasses on, Megan felt as ready as she ever would for such a project. She had also carefully prepared notes on numbered index cards, along with several visual aids mounted on poster board that she had wraped in plastic so that her class mates wouldn’t see what she carried. Nearly out of breath, she knocked tentatively on the office door.

“Come,” was the simple response. She walked in, attempting to look confident in a way that she didn’t feel and placed her bag on an empty chair. “Good afternoon… Ethan,” she managed, stumbling over his name, trying to sound grown up, while pretending to arrange her note cards.

“Actually Miss McKinnon, I think that – considering our newfound relationship – you should address me as Professor Daniels, or “Sir”. We wouldn’t want this tutoring to become too relaxed after all… you might not properly learn all your lessons then.”

Megan tried to swallow, but felt her throat too dry. She was about to apologize when Professor Daniels said, “Please begin your report Miss McKinnon.”

“Yes… I mean, yes Sir.” He smiled at the word and she felt herself blush slightly. “The History and Act of Fellatio, prepared by Megan McKinnon…” she paused, praying for the strength to endure this, so that she could work for this incredibly talented and powerful man. “Fellatio is an act of oral sex that is performed upon the male penis.” Megan could feel her cheeks burning red. “It may be performed to induce orgasm and ejaculation, or as foreplay prior to further sexual intercourse.” Barely breathing, her voice cracked.

“Although the technique usually involves sucking on a man’s penis, or “member”, rather than um… well, you know…” Megan was losing her train of thought, suddenly aroused at the idea of actually possibly seeing a man’s, especially a hot older man’s, penis for the first time in her life. She was quickly brought out of her reverie.

“I know? I KNOW? I know what Miss McKinnon? You are supposed to be giving the report here, not day dreaming. What is it that I’m supposed to know?” Megan chanced a look at her beautiful professor. She instantly regretted it as she felt herself blush redder still, and felt a confusing new wetness growing between her legs as he scolded her.

“Thank you, Sir. As I was saying, fellatio usually involves sucking on a man’s penis, rather than, well, blowing. The act of giving fellatio… or, more precisely, fellating to the point of orgasm, is commonly referred to as “giving a ‘blowjob’.” Fellatio – as well as cunnilingus – can be referred to as ‘giving head’. A woman who performs fellatio may be referred to as a “fellatrix”.”

Megan paused, glancing up quickly at Professor Daniels. His face was impassive but he motioned for her to continue.

“Some receivers regard getting oral sex as an ego boost, believing that such an act is a form of dominance over their sex partner because of the extreamly submissive nature of the act; the giver must often be on her knees before the receiver to perform the act of pleasure.

Megan felt herself blushing deeper, suddenly deeply aroused at the thought of being on her knees, submitting to the will of Professor Daniels. She felt the wetness between her legs becoming more intense. She was practically gushing. She suddenly wondered if Professor Daniels could tell that she was wet. It felt so intense. How wet was she? Was she soaking through her panties? Her skirt? Oh god, she must be! She had never felt like this, so warm and wet.

She fought to continue. “Conversely the receiver is willingly placing their genitals in an environment filled with teeth, so the dominance could work both ways with a suitably aggressive giver – particularly if the receiver is restrained, a practice commonly known as bondage.”

Although she was discussing the receiver of fellatio being tied up, Megan suddenly had a mental image of herself restrained. Tied up. Tightly. Unable to move a muscle. Exposed. She felt her blush begin to spread down to her chest. Her throat tightened. She wasn’t sure she could keep speaking. She was sure her voice would give out. Megan quivered.

“Very well Miss McKinnon. I believe that is enough for the time being…” Megan got nervous. Was her report terrible? Was Professor Daniels displeased? “I feel that we may safely move on to the practical portion of your report… You now have 5 minutes to show me, practically, what you have learned…”

Megan felt herself growing pale. She was terrified of this moment, but it was so exhilarating.

“Miss McKinnon, I don’t have all day!”

Megan hesitated, terrified of disappointing her Professor. He leaned in closer and lowered his voice to a softer tone. “Miss McKinnon, if you wish to work on my production, and pass my class, I seriously suggest that you get down on your knees and show me what you’ve learned!”

Without thinking Megan dropped to her knees and crawled toward Prof. Daniels. She saw that there was an enormous bulge in his jeans. Her hands shook as she reached for Professor Daniels zipper. Suddenly his hand was tangled in her hair, pushing her head, forcing her to look him in the eye. “I warn you Miss McKinnon, that the next five minutes will determine the future of your career.”

Megan tried to nod as she slowly unzipped his jeans and unbuttoned his boxers. His penis fell heavily out towards her. She never knew that a man could be so large when erect. In health class the images of a penis always looked so unintimidating, but this was enormous. Thick and heavy. Her pussy released another wave of wetness. His fingers tightened in her hair for a second. He pulled her ear to his mouth and growled, “Suck it Miss McKinnon. Suck my cock or you’ll fail my class.” Megan took it in both her hands and brought the enormous thing to her mouth. Tentatively she kissed it’s head. Slowly she began to use her tounge in the kisses. Lapping gently as she sucked longer and began to wrap her mouth around his shaft. She slid her lips down the length of him, feeling his cock touch the back of her throat. She slowly began sliding up and down it, enjoying the velvety softness of his skin, in contrast to the hardness of his cock. She marveled at the feel of his pulse in the veins of his dick as it slid in and out of her soft pink lips. Oh god, what would that feel like inside of her? Would she ever know what sex was like? Megan began to speed up as images came to her. Images of Professor Daniels standing over her, stroking his enormous cock. She felt terrified and elated at the image. Her hand found it’s way to his balls and began to gently massage them as she had read on the books on sex she found in a dusty corner of the library.

Another image; tha
t of her tied up, spread eagle on his desk, her soaking pussy exposed to his eyes… She began
to use her tongue again as she moved up and down the shaft; the juices were now practically flowing down the inside of her leg… Her, bent over his desk; his hand holding her face down against the desk, unable to see; skirt pulled up, panties ripped down. Bare pink bottom all exposed to him. Oh god, she felt like a string on a bow, her entire body taught and ready to fire, longing for that shaft to release her somehow.

She increased her speed even more, her head bobbing up and down on his cock; left hand massaging his balls, right hand grasping the base of his cock. ‘Oh god, please let me please him!”

Suddenly she felt his balls tighten slightly, and afraid she was doing badly she redoubled her efforts. Pumping up and down faster she prayed, ‘Dear god, let me do this well enough to not disappoint Prof. Daniels!’ Suddenly he grabbed her head and held it still. She felt his cock hit the back of her throat and she felt like she was drowning, unable to breath as his cum ran down the back of her throat. Without thinking she swallowed, savoring the taste of him as she struggled to breathe. Within a few seconds he let go. She fell back to the floor hard, bruising her bottom and banging her head on the edge of his desk.

Before she knew what was happening he had grabbed her one handed, pushing her gently but firmly flat on her back under his desk. His other hand stroked his cock. He milked the last few drops of cum onto her face. Somehow she knew she was supposed to swallow them. She wiped the cum up with her fingers and licked it off, savoring every last drop.

His hand tightened gently around her slender neck. “Very well Miss McKinnon. You seem to have the basics of this subject covered. Though your report was not perfect, I’d say you’ve earned an B+, mostly for effort. Your nervousness was understandable, but some might find it to be a symptom of lack of respect for your teacher. I will allow you to continue your studies with me.” Professor Daniels stood, now towering over Megan, one foot on the outside of her hip, the other squarely between her legs, pressing firmly into her wet little pussy.